reincarnation
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when i die i want to come back as a dog.
i want to come into this earth as a minuscule being, crammed in tight quarters, unsure of what to think.
I saw everything psychedelic placed
Nothing functions out of place
Kings chosen are already know
And born as they should
Nothing will take the land
I might be wrong in thinking
That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms
Dark wombs
Even darker tombs sinking further down to a heated core, a hellish home
My body, at last.
Even if I could become the greatest poet in the world,
I don't know if I could tell you the words to win you over.
You don't understand where I am coming from.
You have gotten everything you have ever wanted
perhaps
the story
goes differently
this time
just like
the last time
icarus falls
but this time
someone is there
to break his fall
apollo couldn't
this is what depression feels like
or something else.
Anxiety?
My head is spinning and is thinking about things other than this world,
Dead.
Only to be born again.
Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is equivilant to seeing the
Hospital lights hit your big, bright eyes.
We feel pain communally.
We cannot process it in our heads as a shared heart,
But that is why we let the movements vibrate.
Denying divides unity.
Blinding lights
A screech
A roar
Silence
Sobs in the distance
Pain that will never ease
A hand
Memories closing in
Shadows of the past
Windows breaking
Glimmering shards
Upon the floor
Walls large and daunting
No reflection in the mirror
You don't exist
A wisp of fog rolling by
I'll look out one dayAnd I'll see itI'll see the bright colorsOf the setting sunThe swath of brilliant reds and oranges and pinksI could stare at it for hoursSitting there, rocking slowly
just because the sun setsdoesn’t mean it is gone,with its warmth. just because it has places to bedoesn’t meanit doesn’t want to be here. the sun risesand it sets for us.
A cat, still very wild, thirsts in a desert.
An island in a sea of sand,
an ethereal woman, too kind,
a thirst is quenched,
and past lives remembered.
The cat perches on a lap,
content for a decade.
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
i believe in our existance we travel 2 very long roads....1 road is the life you live and the life you lead....these roads are like fragile tape reals on your lifes film ..a film fill
You are an egg,a lifeless egg,soon to be fertilized into a beautiful human being,you breathe in and breathe out,you live and die.
you took an eraser to my heart and now all that's left are the words you painted with every sweet sentence.
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
When I die, my body will become the grass
When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass
My spirit will be an overwhelming mass
And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class
